the end of the world

if I tilt my head

a little bit to the left

and slightly backwards

there is nothing left

to obscure the sky

for a moment

I can pretend

that only I’ve survived

the end of the world

if I cover with my fingers

my right eye

and I’ll squint the left one

the picture of you becomes blurry

and you become only

a slightly darker outline

against the sun

my body relaxes

and I think without emotion

that only I have survived

bombing

I hide in the bathroom

it’s quiet and cold

and I look good

surrounded by the white tiles

with the tips of my fingers

I draw equations on the walls

and get into unnecessary arguments

with Gödel Heisenberg and Cantor

I hide in the bathroom

it’s quiet and cold

just like in the cellar

where you hide

from the bombing raid

mirror

I rest forehead on the mirror

and look inside my own eye

somewhere on the bottom of the pupil

there might be an answer

there might be a new galaxy

but that’s the whole different story

different poem

I rest forehead on the mirror

and imprint on it

fingerprints

of my own thoughts

they duplicate themselves

reflect each other

and come back smudged in ink

I rest forehead on the mirror

and wait for the crack

to appear

punctuation

you give me a ??? look

and then we don’t speak

for quite a while

silence has its own grammar

and punctuation

it is important how not to

say certain things

or which words

you won’t use

I roll my eyes

and that’s the end of it

I haven’t not-said enough

I get up and start walking

leaving you with all the

? ! … and ()

Idontneedthemanymore

foil

I've made a hat

from the aluminium foil

I wear it indoors

to silence my own thoughts

I wear it outdoors

hidden under my hood

to silence the world

when the sun is really high

I use it to blind

passers-by

and myself

waiting

it’s fucking cold

I am waiting for you

it starts to snow

I find it uncalled-for

agreeing to ___

and ignoring ___

all of that

inside me

it’s fucking cold

cigarettes

are running low

I wait for ___

nothing but all of that

that is so far

and depersonalised

(fucking) cold

inside

I wait

I wait for you

global warming

words

fall out from my mouth

and reach the boiling temperature

air cools them down

with the hissing sound

of your breathes

life censors all of that

and no-body knows

that this is

the real cause

of the global warming